Isabelle moaned lowly, her pulse was a butterfly fluttering weakly against her skin as though it were trying to free itself, her breathing was fast and shallow. Her eyes were dull and listless when she opened them to peer at them and cringed at the bright light of the stables. "A... Aura," She murmured, pointing weakly to the little girl who was whimpering softly as she squirmed about, trying to get herself off of the cold floor, "Fi... first." It was obvious she wanted them to help her daughter before they did anything for her, and after she had spouted out the words, she closed her eyes and emitted a deep, low sigh, yet she kept breathing and hanging on. She looked thin, and her stomach grumbled audibly into the open air as she lie there, weak and getting weaker by the minute. The cold floor was sapping the life out of her. Coal swiftly lifted up the little filly and settled her into the crook of his back, and the little one whimpered with confusion but otherwise stopped her squealing. "What can we do for her?" Coal murmured to Snowy, looking at Isabelle with confusion. He didn't know what to do, he'd never learned anything medicinal as a foal.
"A'course I do... Straw," Sammy retorted rather slyly, grabbing the sugar cube and swallowing it down with a little grin. "Yum." She grabbed another one from a little pile Hana had heaped beside the food bin and handed it to Prism. "Try, they're really sweet." Prism hesitantly licked the treat, then her eyes widened as she realized what it was and she quickly gobbled it down in one or two big bites. Hana giggled at the two of them acting like sisters, while Fireworks was still watching them intently, trying to figure them out, in between snatching a straw or two out of his mother's bundle of hay to gnaw on contentedly. "Wa." He repeated thoughtfully after his father said it, grinning crookedly at his dad.
Fishbowl was sketching his owner leaning up against one of the crooked fence posts of the pasture when suddenly something caught his eye. He glanced up, nearly dropping his favored blonde pencil when he spotted a rather lovely young mare. He'd never seen anyone able to look so beat up yet beautiful. Her inner beauty was shining through, and he immediately knew he had to draw her. He flipped to a new page in his tablet of paper and began to sketch her, the rainbow droop of her hair, the little black flower and matching handprint on her rump. She was thin but lovely, like an angel too sweet to realize she had been hurt. He finished it rather quickly (even for him!) and shyly hid it away with his other drawing things before creeping over to her, blushing slightly as he smiled at her serene singing voice, then introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Swimming In The Fishbowl. It's nice to meet you -- you must be new here." He added after seeing how lost she looked in the large pasture. He was so glad he got to be the first to greet her.